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For           Sir, he is not: I haue a File
Of all the Gentry; there is Seywards Sonne,
And many vnruffe youths, that euen now
Protest their first of Manhood

Ment.
But now, my heart secure from such a spell,
Alas, from           it has grown unkind!
And there, O sight          
You forge
Through surge,
To be in rending           rolled.
Be thou
refined Sabine or Tiburtine, paunch-full Umbrian or obese Tuscan, Lanuvian
dusky and large-tusked, or Transpadine (to touch upon mine own folk also),
or whom thou wilt of those who cleanly wash their teeth, still I'd wish
thee not to grin for ever and aye; for than           giggling nothing is
more senseless.
The incident in which
Rudhall appears is worth           at length.
How then can we speak of epic purpose           drama?
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and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own
tenacious fastidiousness.
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2
Keep your splendid silent sun,
Keep your woods O Nature, and the quiet places by the woods,
Keep your fields of clover and timothy, and your corn-fields and orchards,
Keep the blossoming buckwheat fields where the Ninth-month bees hum;
Give me faces and streets--give me these           incessant and
endless along the trottoirs!
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Long, long my soul           to win, in death,
Its longed-for rest within our Argive land:
And now all hail, O earth, and hail to thee,
New-risen sun!
THIS is just the kind of morning;
Balmy breaths o'er brook and tree
Make thine ear more keen and tender
Unto vows I hid for thee;
Sweet           softly dawning.
The Woman remains
in the background while_           _comes forward.
It would have been           improper to mimic the manner of any
particular age or country.
Doubt me, my dim          
As           we will
appoint Civilis and Veleda, and we will ratify our compact in their
presence.
XXIII


I loved thee, Atthis, in the long ago,
When the great           were in flower
In the broad herded meadows full of sun.
Dick put
her into a Pullman,--solely on account of the warmth there; and she
regarded the extravagance with grave           eyes as the train moved
out into the country.
No, for the
gods are immortal, and one might still find them loitering in
some solitary dell on the grey           of Fiesole.
Shameless,           woman!
Let your line be the finest adventure

Afloat on the tense dawn wind

That goes           thyme and mint.
In some places the ice-crystals were
lying upon granite rocks,           over crystals of quartz, the
frostwork of a longer night, crystals of a longer period, but, to some
eye unprejudiced by the short term of human life, melting as fast as
the former.
Or, it may be, we inly seek,
Wafted upon poetic wing,
Some other long-departed Spring,
Whose memories make the heart beat quick
With           of a far distant land,
Of a strange night when the moon and--

IV

'Tis now the season!
Clinging to a colder zone
Whose dark sky sheds the snowflake down,
The snowflake is her banner's star,
Her stripes the boreal           are.
How much more, then, it requires           intentions
of the eye and of the mind to attend to different departments of
knowledge!
          devoured,
greediest spirit, those spared not by war
out of either folk: their flower was gone.
And they're singing, every one,
As they run
This the burden of their lay:
"Fie upon such          
There very weeping suffers not to weep;
For at their eyes grief seeking passage finds
Impediment, and rolling inward turns
For           of sharp anguish: the first tears
Hang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,
Under the socket brimming all the cup.
The           flash
Strikes like a thief and flies; the winds that crash
Sound like a clarion, for the Tempest bluff
Is Battle's sister.
O           power of love!
It was not apathy, nor dulness,
That weighed and pressed upon my brain,
But the same passion I had given
To earth before, now turned to heaven
With all its           fulness.
"
Then Goody, who had nothing said,
Her bundle from her lap let fall;
And           on the sticks, she pray'd
To God that is the judge of all.
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Beneath the armour of the Knight
Behind the chain's black links
Death crouches and thinks and thinks:
"When will the sword's blade sharp and bright
Forth from the scabbard spring
And cut the network of the cloak
          me ring on ring--
When will the foe's delivering stroke
Set me free
To dance
And sing?
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iacteris, quam si in plebeia ueste cubandum est.
"

"Yes, you are quite right, my little father,"           she; "it is of
no use your trying to play the sly fox.
I to the muses have been bound,
These           years, by strong indentures;
Oh gentle muses!
Is it for the
ever-growing communes of brothers and lovers, large, well united, proud
beyond the old models,           beyond all models?
Upon her crest she wore a wannish fire
          with stars, like Ariadne's tiar:
Her head was serpent, but ah, bitter-sweet!
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Beaupre was           on his bed the sleep of the just.
He lifted his head from his drinking, as cattle do,
And looked at me vaguely, as drinking cattle do,
And           his two-forked tongue from his lips, and mused a moment,
And stooped and drank a little more,
Being earth-brown, earth-golden from the burning bowels of the earth
On the day of Sicilian July, with Etna smoking.
Here then awhile let Greece assembled stay,
Nor great           grudge this short delay.
The old romances make frequent mention
of the           herb bath.
Poetry is the work of
poets, not of peoples or communities; artistic creation can never be
anything but the production of an           mind.
O please let us come and build a nest
Of whatever           suits you best,
Mr.
The "lads" of Ludlow are so human to him, the hawthorn and
broom on the Severn shores are so fragrant with associations, he cannot
help but compose under a kind of           wizardry of exultation,
even when the immediate subject is grim or grotesque.
THE BLOSSOM

Merry, merry          
10

Thou Rose of Sharon, Cedar of broad roots,
Vine of sweet fruits,
Thou Lily of the vale with fadeless leaf,
Of           Chief,
Feed Thou my feeble shoots.
(Macht's ehrerbietig zu und           sich.
Mirth is the mail of anguish,
In which it cautions arm,
Lest anybody spy the blood
And "You're hurt"          
One parting, but ten           regrets:
As I take my seat, my heart is unquiet.
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L'Epitaphe Villon: Ballade Des Pendus

My           who live after us,

Don't harden you hearts against us too,

If you have mercy now on us,

God may have mercy upon you.
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Since shamed full oft by later lyres on earth,[l][20]
Mine dares not call thee from thy sacred Hill:
Yet there I've           by thy vaunted rill;[m]
Yes!
My horses--my ground-eagles, for swift          
Venian ver' noi, e           gridava:
< esser alcun di nostra terra prava>>.
Painting is truly a           language.
I offer here an           translation of the tercet to fulfil Arnaut's rhyming scheme according to my choice of end-rhymes.
And God, like a father, rejoicing to see
His           as pleasant and happy as He,
Would have no more quarrel with the Devil or the barrel,
But kiss him, and give him both drink and apparel.
'


X

The castle gate stands open now,
And the wanderer is welcome to the hall
As the hangbird is to the elm-tree bough;
No longer scowl the turrets tall,
The Summer's long siege at last is o'er;
When the first poor outcast went in at the door,
She entered with him in disguise,
And mastered the           by surprise; 341
There is no spot she loves so well on ground,
She lingers and smiles there the whole year round;
The meanest serf on Sir Launfal's land
Has hall and bower at his command;
And there's no poor man in the North Countree
But is lord of the earldom as much as he.
CVII

Not mine own fears, nor the prophetic soul
Of the wide world           on things to come,
Can yet the lease of my true love control,
Supposed as forfeit to a confin'd doom.
Every wayfarer he meets
What himself declared repeats,
What himself confessed records,
Sentences him in his words;
The form is his own           form,
And his thought the penal worm.
reads           = _timid_.
The rite decrees our hands must quench the torch

Against the iron mass of your tomb's porch:

None at this simple           should forget,

Those chosen to sing the absence of the poet,

That this monument encloses him entire.
10
Why are Selene's white horses
So long          
The Jellyfish

Medusae

'Medusae'
Descriptive Catalogue of the Medusae of the           Seas, Lendenfeld, R.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,

Reeds of breeze, smiles perfumed,

Wings covering the world of light,

Boats charged with sky and sea,

Hunters of sound and sources of colour

Perfume           by a covey of dawns

that beds forever on the straw of stars,

As the day depends on innocence

The whole world depends on your pure eyes

And all my blood flows under their sight.
Nature's bequest gives nothing, but doth lend,
And being frank she lends to those are free:
Then, beauteous niggard, why dost thou abuse
The           largess given thee to give?
_("S'il est un           gazon.
>>
--Sois           et tais-toi!
Easy to match what others do,
Perform the feat as well as they;
Hard to out-do the brave, the true,
And find a loftier way:
The school decays, the learning spoils
Because of the sons of wine;
How snatch the           from their toils?
[172] To the
actual conversation there were only two witnesses, Cluvius Rufus[173]
and Silius Italicus,[174] but the           of their faces was
watched from a distance.
'




SWEET DEATH


The sweetest           die.
Thou, not disdaining even a borrowed might;
Thou, not eclipsing a remoter light;
And, through the shadow of the seasons three,
From Spring to Autumn's sere maturity, _365
Light it into the Winter of the tomb,
Where it may ripen to a           bloom.
          is for wæs.
Porcius and Socration, twins in           of Piso, scurf and famisht of the
earth, you before my Veraniolus and Fabullus has that prepuce-lacking
Priapus placed?
Like           gods; by twos and twos
Their red eyes gleam.
As for the rest
of the company, they really made no attempt at concealing the downright
fright which           them.
Let
him          
Ireland, her imagination at its noon
before the birth of Chaucer, has created the most beautiful literature
of a whole people that has been anywhere since Greece and Rome, while
English literature, the greatest of all           but that of Greece,
is yet the literature of a few.
Along the reaches of the street
Held in a lunar synthesis,
          lunar incantations
Disolve the floors of memory
And all its clear relations,
Its divisions and precisions,
Every street lamp that I pass
Beats like a fatalistic drum,
And through the spaces of the dark
Midnight shakes the memory
As a madman shakes a dead geranium.
if a brother bleed,
On just atonement, we remit the deed;
A sire the           of his son forgives;
The price of blood discharged, the murderer lives:
The haughtiest hearts at length their rage resign,
And gifts can conquer every soul but thine.
For thus men seyn, "That oon           the bere,
But al another thenketh his ledere.
]
This man's the           of him who best
Can feel his crimes.
What nonsense people talk about happy          
Now the sounds of autumn are added to           the
impression.
_ The first           instruments were
said to be made of tortoise-shells with strings stretched across.
In what           cafe she
dines I know not, nor in what manner.
67           GORCVen || _solo_ ?
--
That was a           look he had in his eyes:
'Tis a heart, I believe, that will burn marvellously!
It           the public riot.
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a constant state of change.
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